My Life Experience

Vivaldi's Winter in the background -  As I write this, I write this to you.  Upon first glance, you seem ordinary. Nothing spectacular about you. Your eyes are shaped like those average leaves that fall in fall. Your nose just a bump on your face that allows you to live. Your lips, mundane, colourless, fragile in winter and your body, ape-like. The only difference being, you can't climb trees and they can't create art.  This is what I see of you when I first meet you. I see your physical existence and my corrupted mind, before a word is spoken, looks at you and knows you or if I put it into correct words, pretends to know you . It pretends to know the meaning behind those meaningless tattoos and pretends to know about the hidden mole inside your mouth. It pretends to know why you cut your hair short and why you let it grow. It pretends to know why you listen to Taylor but secretly smile with Beethoven. It pretends to know more about you then you know about you. And you lo...

 So whenever you see a story about a blog I wrote in instagram, you are most likely destined to go into this hollowness filled with nothing but brisk dark void and a painful scream echoing in a distant. BUT NOT TODAY. Haha.  Today I am here, surprisingly, writing about happiness and again surprisingly with a very big smile and bright eyes, as bright eyed as a brown man can be and a shinning hope for life, colours, rainbows, sunshine. So what happened? How did I go from a sad blog writer to a happy blog writer in mere 32 days?    Well I fell in love.   I don't know how I ended up here but let me try to explain. I found myself staring at a giant graffiti on a building next to a Church where they apparently shot the boys, THE BOYS, as in the tv series not actual boys, but I don't know about that, churches are always very eerie to me, so some boys might have been shot inside as well, again I don't know about that. Anyway, so I was walking through the street and saw ...